awakening I
remember myself first in
the company of trees, birds–
rustled churrings sounding
me—chatters suspended in caws
When I read Jane’s wayra this morning, after I had written my own, I knew the Oracle was hovering around.
For dverse, where Grace is hosting.
K. 
Oh, she definitely is! There is a timeless feel to this.
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Thanks Merril. She likes to remind us every once in awhile.
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Yes, she does.
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The best way to waken, I think!
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Definitely. Thanks Ingrid.
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The second line extends the first effortlessly, and gives the poem a turn to that last excellent image. Nature gives us her chatters freely, but she also has claws. Tho here, they are not frightening, just part of life. Or so I read.
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Not frightening at all. Thanks!
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I just sunk in this wayra like onto forest green, slowly awakening to nature, your art capturing that so vividly, Kerfe. And this onomatopoeia phrasing, “rustled churrings sounding/me,” so stunningly unexpected, a communication of life to life. Just wondrous, K.
pax,
dora
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Thanks Dora. What a lovely comment.
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This is bird music in several layers. Vibrant is the word I’d use. The Oracle is always surrounded by birds, I think.
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Thanks Jane. I’m sure that’s true.
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First light this time of year is just a lighter shade of gray. Your last line is killer. Crows’ caw seems to dampen, even blot out the songsters.
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Thanks Glenn. The do demand their own space.
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I would love to be awakened by that light and sounds too. I also love the energy here:
rustled churrings sounding
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Thanks Grace. Nothing better than birds to start the day.
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trees and birds, rustling churring and chatting, lovely way to start the day!
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Always. Thanks Kate.
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pleasure Kerfe
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Yes the claws….
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Thanks Ain.
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I’m not on facebook and can’t figure out otherwise how to comment on your blog–the email did not work for me. But I do read your poems.
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Oh thank you! Yes, I hate Facebook. Please don’t worry, I often find it hard to answer comments. I got into a bit of a panic when I found out commenting was hard as was not my intention. WordPress is a tough one…at the moment guess where I am is ok, but am definitely not looking for comments, participating in dverse has just been SO good.
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I also have trouble commenting at times, even on other WordPress blogs. Yes, dverse is good, and I do read your contributions. I also appreciate that you read mine.
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Beautiful, words and art.
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Thanks Helen.
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Oh, to wake up to the birds and light! Love the art.
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Thanks. They are a gift.
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You are welcome.
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Those last two lines are simply lovely, Kerfe. I enjoyed this piece a lot.
❤
David
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Thanks David. Another good form I think.
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Suspended in caws… what an awakening.
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The crowa do want you to know they are there.
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This is absolutely stunning! I love; “the company of trees, birds–rustled churrings sounding.” 💝💝
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Thanks Sanaa. Birds!
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